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Hey All!

Wednesday morning I take off for South Africa. I'll be using this blog for the updates, so stay tuned!

Also, I totally got a deal on skype so I can call cell phones and LAN lines all Summer. AWESOME. If you want, Skype is totally free and does not require a webcam, but that's kind of what makes it awesome.

Go to skype.com
Near the top, skype is written in blue and white. To the right of that is a menu bar. Scroll over "get skype" then, under Computer, select the type of computer you have. Download free skype. The rest should be straight forward but send me an email if you have any difficulties.

Once you have skype, go to Contacts > Add Contacts
You can search for me either using my full name, Alexandria Eisenbarth, or my skype name, alexandria.e

I think Arizona and Washington are in the same time zone right now. I'll be 9 hours ahead of you folks. East coasters, I'll be 6 hours ahead of you.
So if you live West, when its 8 am there, it'll be 5 pm where I am. When it's 10 pm there, it'll be 7 am where I am.
If you live East, noon there is 6 pm for me. 2 am there is 8pm for me.

Finally, I will have access to email as well, so you're always welcome to hit me up there.
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